I drank far more than I should have, and blacked out. When I woke up, I was in the back seat of a SUV driving down the road. I sat up, and the woman who was driving screamed and almost swerved into a tree. Apparently I wandered into a nearby garage and found an unlocked car to sleep in; it was cold. Now aware of my dead drunk wandering tendencies, I now hold back from going all out on the alcohol...

I was in the girl's locker room in gym, peeing in the bathroom. You see, I have weak mobility in my hands so I can't do things like lock doors right.

Well, in this case, I couldn't lock the bathroom door so I left the door closed but unlocked. I forgot to hold on it for a second to make sure nobody opens it, and I'm about to wipe when...

BOOM! The door opens. It's a girl in my grade. She screams and apologizes repeatedly. I'm bright red and I apologize too, and we both laugh awkwardly. I was hoping my legs were mainly closed and that the toilet paper blocked my.. err, genitalia.

We become decent friends and she's not that bad of a person. Recently, the same thing happened again. This time, though, I just forgot to lock the door. She didn't get to open it too far this time.

Is God or whoever made the world trying to tell me that I'm secretly a lesbian who has a fetish for girls seeing me pee in a bathroom stall or something?

When I was having a really good mood and just after coming out of raping a exam I see my ex which we had a bad relationship and i just say hi very happily with out thinking then we stared at each other for like 1 minute and walked away.. ruined my mood lol

One, Was on my bike to school, checked that no one was around so i began to sing out loud and so 30 seconds later i looked behind me and there was a girl on her bike staring at me and just staring...

Two, My parents left me at someone's house and went on vacation. At night, Accidentally saw the woman in the shower and she turned her front to me and we stared to each other for like 5 silencing seconds, and i sloooooowly closed the door...

Three, When i realized i <3 smelling everyone's blanket. Because there so much different smells! Smells that you never smelled before.

Is God or whoever made the world trying to tell me that I'm secretly a lesbian who has a fetish for girls seeing me pee in a bathroom stall or something?

Well, do you take enjoyment out of these situations? If yes, then maybe you are. You could make a lot of money in Japan or Germany with that fetish.

Anyway my moment was in 6th grade during math class, everyone was dead silent doing some problems, and I farted about as loud as I ever have in my life. For the next 3 years I was known as the kid who farted in math class. Perfect timing to make my Jr high life go smoothly....

I was kidding, mainly. I was more mortified than, uh, excited o_o. It would be the same with a boy.
Actually, it'd probably be even worse.
Oh God, that's horrible XD

I was in the girl's locker room in gym, peeing in the bathroom. You see, I have weak mobility in my hands so I can't do things like lock doors right.

Well, in this case, I couldn't lock the bathroom door so I left the door closed but unlocked. I forgot to hold on it for a second to make sure nobody opens it, and I'm about to wipe when...

BOOM! The door opens. It's a girl in my grade. She screams and apologizes repeatedly. I'm bright red and I apologize too, and we both laugh awkwardly. I was hoping my legs were mainly closed and that the toilet paper blocked my.. err, genitalia.

We become decent friends and she's not that bad of a person. Recently, the same thing happened again. This time, though, I just forgot to lock the door. She didn't get to open it too far this time.

Is God or whoever made the world trying to tell me that I'm secretly a lesbian who has a fetish for girls seeing me pee in a bathroom stall or something?

This is adorable! X3

I've had so many awkward situations i think i'm starting to enjoy and look forward to them. How they've somehow turned from uncomfortable to somthing i do on purpose for a laugh is beyond me.

I was in the girl's locker room in gym, peeing in the bathroom. You see, I have weak mobility in my hands so I can't do things like lock doors right.

Well, in this case, I couldn't lock the bathroom door so I left the door closed but unlocked. I forgot to hold on it for a second to make sure nobody opens it, and I'm about to wipe when...

BOOM! The door opens. It's a girl in my grade. She screams and apologizes repeatedly. I'm bright red and I apologize too, and we both laugh awkwardly. I was hoping my legs were mainly closed and that the toilet paper blocked my.. err, genitalia.

We become decent friends and she's not that bad of a person. Recently, the same thing happened again. This time, though, I just forgot to lock the door. She didn't get to open it too far this time.

Is God or whoever made the world trying to tell me that I'm secretly a lesbian who has a fetish for girls seeing me pee in a bathroom stall or something?

That is just plain adorable. [/quote

Less adorable, more completely embarrassing DX. I still get embarrassed even thinking about it!

I was alone with my friend in my bathroom and she took her shirt off. She told me to put this necklace on her.. and yeah, it was hard not to stare at her boobs. I tried to focus on putting the necklace around her neck but my eyes keep going to her chest. I hoped she didn't notice where my eyes went but she probably did. After I put the necklace on her she reached for my shirt she was borrowing and put it on. It was weird... and little did she know that I'm bisexual.

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It happened when I was in grade 7. There was no more available desks so I had to sit in the back at one of the round tables. The principal of the school decided to visit our classroom. "Good morning students and mr.." She was looking at me, waiting for a reply. She thought I was some sort of student teacher. In grade 7.

I literally snorted.

As for me... I dunno. Nothing in particular. Old women wanting me to meet their grandsons/sons is always awkward (how the heck do I respond to the nice old ladies who have nothing to do but meddle), and also job interviews are always awkward.

I had waited my whole life for this moment. I get out of the car and I look at the old rusted saloon. To me... I know that the outside is nothing more of a tease. The bar, It was waiting for me to walk even closer to it. I had heard stories of fights and love within this place. I braced myself, knowing once I went in, I would have experienced something unlike anything I'd ever felt before... Tension rose in my blood. As I walked toward it, friends behind me cheering, the bar just CALLING to me as I walked in that direction. I see to my right 2 attractive females enter said facility, I couldn't help but watch. The way they moved about so freely, laughing as they entered. My eyes were so attached to them, I lost myself in thought, Oh.. the one on the left is cute... maybe if I work the magic my dad told me to use in such a facility... maybe I could get their number, MAYBE even bring one home... but then BAM out of no where I hit the bar... the school doors ceased opening as the students that were entering saw me hit the bar. Silence and then laughter!

Okay, this was at my grandfather's viewing... Everything was pretty typical, and people were chatting with each other. My little sister and I were talking to a relative when some woman I didn't know came up and started talking to me. It didn't take long before she asked who I am, and I naturally told her. She was shocked. She then called my father over and stated her amazement and confusion at having previously thought that he only had one daughter, my older sister. She also seemed to be a bit angry, but was trying to keep it tightly under wraps. My father fumed and led her away to talk to her. As it turns out, the woman and my father are supposed to be good friends, and are probably involved with each other. As you can imagine, it was pretty awkward to meet my father's lover and discover that he likes to pretend that my little sister and I don't exist.
Before anyone asks; my parents have been divorced for years, and we rarely speak with our father and his side of the family.